I’ve had the doctor who reaches into your underwear to check your pulse at the pelvic arteries, pushing your nutsack to the side to do so. The man knows his stuff; he does NOT warn you or ask you permission for what he’s about to do.
By the time you’ve gone O_O and register what’s happening, he’s already finished, snapping off the gloves and talking to you about the next thing.

If he gave guys any time to think about it, he’d have to get very good at ducking punches to the head!